Carolina And Harry

Chapter Eleven-Wind

I had the eerie feeling that I was being watched. I felt as though eyes were Permanently Glued to my lone being and I couldn't shake it. I contemplated reporting it, or telling Lauren, definitely not informing Bree because frankly I didn't think she gave a shit.

I sighed uncomfortably and walked slowly, patting my jean pockets for my phone but proved futile when my brain instantly remembered it was with harry.

He had taken it away from me when he was helping me study a few nights ago, and he completely ignored his bruised knuckles he hit a just prior.when I was trying to talk to my father and he ultimately thought I was talking to my secret lover.

He absentmindedly stuck it in his pockets and continued to lecture me on the structure of an atom which I had listened to halfheartedly because I was so intent on watching his light green eyes stare directly into mine.

I shifted in an odd manner in the thought of him, we had become quite close these few weeks as I have embarked on my journey as a University girl and I felt very comfortable with him and as I thought about the longevity of our relationship, I realized we would be together for a long time.

Kaitlin had been absent from university for about three days and I had yet to be introduced formally to her. We had that very awkward meeting in Pablo's but she didn't seem to be very fond of me since supposedly, as Lauren keeps telling me, I'm stealing her man.

We were honestly, quite good friends in the time span of a few weeks and he had grown accustomed to my Wit as I had his. We shared similar interest and Thought processes but that was on a platonic level. I honestly could not view myself being nothing more than a friend towards him, a best one at that since I spend nearly every day with him working at the coffee shop.

He taught me the ins and outs of the coffee mechanics and I picked up quickly seeing as though it was rather simple. He would casually brush his long slender fingers across my backside as he 'reached for hand towels' that hung loosely on the racks and I would scold him for being so reckless towards me when he was supposed to be maintain his ' boyfriend' status in public. I had just hoped that no on caught on to his perversions because someone could easily spread that around.

I walked hastily around the corridors and busy hallways of the boys dorms as I Searched my way to Harry's.

His room number became visible as I drew nearer and I stood in front of it waiting for the response I would receive after I had so quietly knocked.

I ring clad fingers onto the hardwood door again and braised my knuckles once more.

The door had finally swung open, revealing a short, blonde and smirking woman behind it.

Her smile faltered slightly but she remained stoic and impassive as she began to speak.

"Oh, Isn't it the girl I've been hearing excessively about." She sneered and folded her arms.

"Sorry to bother you, I was looking for Harry he has my phone" I nervously shook averting my gaze from her intimidating one.

"He's in the bathroom, He's taking a shower. Come in, I want to get to know the girl my boyfriend won't shut up about" She smiled bitterly and gestured toward the black couch that was located on the west wing of his large room.

My blood circulation faltered at the thought of harry talking about me to anyone else, especially his 'girlfriend'.

I sat as well as she did but with less gumption radiating off her body and she stuck her manicured finger onto her neck where a dark bruise had taken place and removed her blond locks.

"This is a hickey" she stated slowly.

"Okay?" I questioned confused as she laughed and glared at me.

"Harry gave it to me this morning when I returned, signifying that I am his and he is mine, you got that? He ran his slick tongue along my neck, not yours so don't think for one second that he has some sort of deluded interest in you when he has me, its convoluted to think that he would ever want you in replace of me." She solemnly provoked my attention as I started out the window by tapping my fore head.

"I have no idea who you think you are by touching me, but your boyfriend and I have no interest towards each other, so you can get that ridiculous assumption out of your pretty little head. He's my friend and that's it." I stood up and headed for the door.

"Wait" she snickered.

"What?" I sighed and she through an object at me. I swiftly caught it in my right hand and glared at her.

I identified it as my phone and shivered in discomfort at the thought of her obtaining it and possibly breaking into to it, simple because my password was simple minded enough for a child to decipher.

"I found it on the table, by the way 1234 is not an intelligent password" she laughed and got up brushing of her pleaded skirt.

I blushed in an angry huff and walked out. I only created that password in an effort for my dad to remember it because he always wanted to check in on my phone and I had forgotten change it when I got here. I have no incriminating evidence on my phone so I didn't worry about that, I just worried she may have found out something she was not supposed to.

I had a slight epiphany when I realized that kaitlin was possibly not informed of harry's arrangement with his father to date her. She thought he was generally her boyfriend out of lust and love and his pure interest , not A old century tradition that was aimed to please her and not harry.

I felt some sort of pity towards her as I thought even more about it, she had a relationship with a person that was forced to 'love' her and that would be deemed as slightly pathetic.

walking iratley to my dorm I wondered how she had not been angrier about the fact that I had been hanging out with harry as friends, if I was her I would be furious that my boyfriend was spending ample amount of time with another woman. I was not the jealous type, Though I had no experience on the matter but it seemed as though that was not what you were supposed to do as a boyfriend.